quickly quickly

I don't have much time, but for those of you worried about whether or not I'm still alive, I've made it so far--despite the constant battle with random illnesses like giardia, baseball-sized bruised elbows, and the various afflictions that come with mango allergies (eyes swollen shut, hives, rashes, etc.). I haven't written mostly because I just haven't had the chance. I don't have time now either, but wanted to drop a line so you remember I exist. I will leave you with this:

My current least favorite person in the world: the chicken next door. No, I am not calling names. I literally mean the neighbor's hen. He (well, she) is a cocky thing that enjoys obnoxiousities such as sneaking into my house and jumping on my bike or kitchen table--especially right after I've wshed the dishes. One point me: I have kicked the punk. One point chicken: he has somehow managed to knock me straight up off my feet and flat on my back. I don't know. These things happen. I have a bruised tailbone to prove it. I have tried throwing a bucket of water at him. The first time he was too quick. The second time I nailed him. I'm serious. This is war. And now that I'm learning karate, that poultry better WATCH ITS BACK.

And now, while you sleep during snow flurries, I am going to go swim in the ocean because it is too too hot.